What a difference a day makes

Out of the old place and into the new. Thank God that's over.

The kitties were a bit freaked out at first, as expected. They were really pissy locked in the loo of the old place, perplexed to see the apartment empty, and then unhappily shoved into their carriers. Despina of the normally non-existent meow hollered as expected during the ride north, despite putting her carrier in my lap and petting her through the hole the entire time. When we brought them to the house and shut them up in a bedroom one might think this unjustly imprisoned tortoiseshell would bolt to freedom but, alas, Stockholm Syndrome had struck and she cowered inside the now friendly confines of her carrier. Theo ran out of his carrier, dove into the closet only to realize it offered little in terms of protection, and then returned to his bag, burying his face in his shammy like an ostrich. While the movers finished, I visited them a few times: Theo progressed from his carrier into my coat, sticking his entire face in the sleeve (if you can't see it, it must not be happening), and Spina made her way into Cherubino's kennel.

Once the movers were gone, Cheru ventured out and explored. By Thursday night, he had visited all three levels. Spina finally emerged and went downstairs a couple times. Theo cowered. By Friday night, all three were more comfortable and, by Saturday, we were able to move their food and litter down a level without traumatizing anyone.

All in all, a feline relocation success story. Stairs and cats are an amusing combination. I love watching Cheru run up and down them, his pooch wobbling from side to side. We're convinced that he'll shed a pound by the time the baby is born. Last night, after Eli went to sleep and I was about to take my first bath (Damn, those jets felt good on my feet!) , Theo ambushed Cheru by sneaking up the stairs and pouncing 'round the bend.